An artichoke confession

First confession: I have spent fifteen minutes just looking for a suitable image of an artichoke, and for an ephemeral product, a blog.

Second: I abandoned another vegetable this week, this time the artichoke. It was a lovely thing, fat and ready to eat (after steaming) when I bought it--and then I forgot it. Yesterday I noticed it in the refrigerator drawer, brown and dry, leaf points curled up, stem covered with more of that white mildew. I put it in the compost bin, stuffed it in, rather, with the watermelon rind.

Third: Instead of eating my artichoke, I ate two bars of Dove chocolate. One bar was for me to eat, an indulgence. The second bar was for my daughter, but the dog got to it and ruined one end. It lay on the counter and I couldn't resist it, after breaking off the tooth marks.

Mea culpa!